Myra scrubbed her pussy on Jim's thigh, beside herself with desire. "Jim!" she whispered urgently. "Jim, fuck me, honey! Now!"
He lowered his knee and sat on his heels. Clasping her waist with his hands, he guided her downward until her cuntmouth rested on the dome of his cockhead. She knelt astride his lap, her back against his belly, and savagely drove herself onto the waiting cock. The head plunged inward, impaling her and ripping a cry of delight from her throat.
"Eeeyaghhh! Yes, honey, yes! Mmmmmm!" She plunged her ass onto his thighs and squirmed fiercely.
Jim tilted her forward, rising as her ass rose. She caught herself with her hands, bracing them in the sand and letting Jim mount her the way Soldier had mounted Bonnie. Jim gripped her tightly and began to slam against her butt. She groaned happily.
"Y'know," she muttered between blows, "I wouldn't let Rocky do it like this before. It was too undignified."
"Dirty, you mean." Jim's voice held a note that sounded as if he were leering at her. "Just plain dirty. Right?"
"Yes! Christ, yes! Dirty!" Today that was precisely what she wanted. The thrill of flaunting convention flamed in her with unquenchable heat. "Only dirty isn't the right word any more. Unh! Unh! Whewww! It's… not like… I always… thought! Oof, Jim, honey! Mmmmm! It's just doing whatever… whatever is fun! UNHHHH! POKE HARD, HONEY!"
She burned with eagerness. Her flanks ached and her cunt seemed aflame with the delicious plunging of Jim's cock. She surged against his blows, hungry for the brutal impact against her ass. Her nipples swung in jerky arcs she could watch by letting her head hang. Belatedly, she imitated Bonnie by dropping onto her forearms and letting the hard sand grains scrape her tits.
Jim's cockhead churned her guts as it plunged inward and then drew back. Every stroke drove her breath from her in an explosive grunt. She heard Bonnie's guttural cry when Soldier began dragging the slim blonde backward across the arena, but the sound served merely to heighten her own excitement. Only dimly did she realize that she had begged for this without bothering to retreat to more private surroundings. Her behavior was being displayed for Rocky and the others to study and remember, and she would never again seem prim or innocent to them.
But she was convinced that she would never again want that image. She loved the sweaty violence of this fucking and knew the blandness of their former relationship would not be satisfying again. With a silent thanks, she squirmed backward into Jim's vigorous thrusts and abandoned herself to the sightless whirlpool of sensation.
Angry objections burst from her when Jim jerked his cock out and released her. Like a bitch in heat, she continued for a time to weave her butt in the air and plead for his hard-on. But he seized her and pulled her to her feet.
"You're really turned on, baby!" he panted.
Her vision cleared slowly. She saw sweat running from him in broad rivulets, washing channels through the dust that had accumulated. Glancing down at herself, she saw the same kind of wet streaks on her own body and thrilled anew at the utter earthiness of their sex.
"God! Turned on? I'm all but turned inside out! For God's sake, get that cock into me again! Please, honey!"
"Come on, baby. Climb me!"
She swayed toward him and threw her arms around his neck. His hands clasped her asscheeks as she swung her legs up and clamped them around his waist. He pushed her hips back to let his cockhead lodge in her steaming curt, then jerked her onto it. With a sigh of fulfillment, she felt herself slide down the shaft to its base.
"I do like it better this way," she murmured, her face pressed to his chest.
She wriggled at the sensation of pubic hair tangling with pubic hair. Shudders of pleasure racked her as she rubbed her boobs on his body.
"Let me have it!" she panted heavily. "Pump, honey! FUCK ME!"
Jim swung her butt outward, then jerked her to him again. Catching his rhythm after the first few swings, she tensed her thighs to straighten her legs, then tugged savagely, stroking herself back and forth on the buried cock. Her excitement soared. Her legs worked at a frenzied pace. The friction between her thighs and Jim's hips seemed to scrape her raw, and their combined sweat stung her sharply. Above their whistling breath, she could hear the squeaking of their skin and the wet smacking of her pussy on his hard pubic arch.
The small of her back ached with the effort of her fucking and her arms trembled with the strain of clinging to the slippery neck and shoulders.
"God, hon!" she groaned breathlessly. "This is strenuous as hell!"
"Yeah!" Jim gasped. "A guy's got to brace himself good if he wants to keep you from knocking him on his ass!"
She slammed into him with extra force. "If I… knock you on… your ass…" she grunted. "If I do… it's going to… drive your… cock… right through the… top of my head!"
"Or break the son of a bitch off!" he retorted.
"Oh! Oh!" Her increased force had sent new waves of excitement over her and she felt herself blasting into orgasm. Her vaginal spasms seized her in distinct pulses, wave following wave with a deliberate, majestic rhythm. With each fierce clenching of her cunt on the hard cock, her belly muscles jerked taut and her legs clamped viselike on Jim's hips. Her arms tightened simultaneously, and she ground her cheek on his hairy chest.
Jim gasped audibly at her first convulsion. His fingers clawed at her buttocks and crushed them. His legs began to tremble. The base of his cock swelled abruptly and warmth pooled at the core of her belly. At the height of her orgasm, she rubbed her cunt in slow circles on him and felt him stagger. He groaned softly past her head, then dug his chin into the thick softness of her hair.
"Good God!" he muttered. "Feels like I'm sucking my balls into my cock and shooting them into you!"
"I… want… them!" she managed in gasps. "All of you! Every… damn… bit!"
"Greedy broad!" he hissed, then snorted heavily and yanked at her as if experiencing a climax.
As the intensity passed, she felt him sway. He took one step backward, as if to steady his balance, two quicker steps forward and to the side, and then crumpled toward the sand. Myra sensed his fall and rode with it. He landed sitting, but she had leaned away from his upper torso and stretched her legs along his body, her knees damped on his rib cage. His abrupt stop allowed her pussy to slam with unbroken force onto the arch of his pelvis. His cock was already beginning to soften, but she felt the savage jerk as it levered forward in her gut. Instinctively, fighting time, she twisted one leg to the side and then the other, extending them along Jim's legs and settling cozily on his fallen body.
"I've still got him!" she whispered triumphantly. "I've still got him in me, honey!"
"For all the good he's going to do you," retorted Jim. "Might as well have an empty sock stuffed up there!"
"Oh, nooo!" She snuggled. "He still feels alive, even if he did get soft. Mmmm! I'm greedy, honey; you said so yourself. And I don't want to give you up yet." She glanced across the sand. "See? Bonnie isn't loose yet, either. Soldier can't get rid of her."
Jim grunted with interest. Bonnie's head and shoulders rested on the sand, but her butt was still locked tightly to the uneasy dog's belly, and only an inch of his cock showed, the remainder buried deeply in the exhausted woman. Rocky was soothing Soldier, petting him and speaking gently to him to reduce the amount of dragging, but it seemed clear that no influence other than nature's would affect the situation.
Ward and Leanne had retreated to the lower bend of the wash, but they were in plain view. Leanne lay on her side, one leg extended in a continuation of the line of her torso, the other drawn tightly against her chest. She hugged her knee while Ward straddled the extended leg and pressed his belly against the black-haired woman's tightly curved asscheek. He pumped at her with measured strokes as if to prolong the pleasure. Leanne moaned softly, and foam flecked the corner of her mouth.
"Please, Ward?" she pleaded. "Please? I do want to come now. Fuck me hard, sweetie, please!"
Ward smiled fondly down at her. "You really want to wrap it up, puss?"
"Oh, God, sweetie! I'm going to melt if I don't!"
"Okay. Hang on!" Ward's hips withdrew, then flashed forward.
Myra saw most of his cock emerge from Leanne's cunt during the withdrawal, then watched it plunge from sight with the wicked thrust. Myra winced involuntarily, as if she had received the violent blow instead of Leanne. But Leanne's body surged abruptly, and the girl cried out in a hoarse voice.
"Jesus! JESUS, WARD! That's what I wanted! FUCK! FUCK WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT!"
Ward placed his hands on the upthrust hip of the woman beneath him and leaned his weight on them. His hips jerked ferociously back and forth. His cock plunged like a piston, and each blow jarred the curvaceous body sharply. Leanne's cries rang with delight. She bent her neck and caught at her knee with her teeth, yelling around it as the brutal fucking continued.
"Now! NOWWW! WARD, FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!"
Ward's eyes appeared to glaze. His fingers bit into the tender flesh. He ground against the squirming cunt and leaned forward. The twitching of his buttocks betrayed the eruption of semen. Leanne shuddered in closely-spaced bursts that could have been triggered by nothing other than her orgasm. She let go of her knee and pressed her leg fiercely against Ward's torso. He grunted and seized her ankle with one hand, raising and straightening the leg while straining even harder against her cunt. Leanne groaned more violently, her arms swinging along the surface of the sand and her fingers clawing at it.
"EEEEE! EEEYAIGHHH! WARRRD, HAAARRRD! Ummmm, yessss!" Slowly her contortions subsided and her arms went limp.
Ward released her leg. He fell forward over her and held her in his arms. Both panted for air, and Leanne turned her face.
"Kiss me, sweetie," she murmured. "Kiss me good."
Ward pressed his mouth to hers.
"She's affectionate after an orgasm," remarked Jim quietly. "Wants to cuddle like a kitten."
"That's what she reminds me of," replied Myra. "Or a real young bitch."
"Hey! Looks like Bonnie's coming unlocked."
Myra looked quickly. Bonnie appeared to hang a little lower, and even as Myra stared, the bulge on Soldier's cock came slowly into view. The next instant, Bonnie slid off the long cock and collapsed on the sand. Soldier backed away, dropped to his side, and began the lengthy process of cleaning and relaxing his turgid cock. Rocky gathered Bonnie into his arms and cradled her. Myra felt a momentary twinge of jealousy, but the sweaty warmth of Jim's body beneath her own reminded her that she had three men taking care of her instead of one, and she sighed contentedly.
"Hmm? That sigh supposed to mean something?" asked Jim.
"Sure is. Means three men seem a lot better than one."
"I'll buy that. Three women, too. Likely to keep a guy on his toes."
"Or something!" Myra giggled. "I know there's going to be times when I won't believe all this really happened at all. You know?"
"When that happens, let me know. I'll be glad to pinch you."
"I'll bet! Lecherous old man, you!"
"That was my childhood ambition." Jim pinched her ass playfully.
She squirmed. The limp cock slipped from her cunt and she groaned.
"Oh, damn! Lost it!"
Jim chuckled. "It's going to be around for a while. I'll give you another chance at it."
"Mmmm! It's getting to be a kind of habit. Pretty soon I'm going to feel like he's an old friend."
"It sure took us long enough to make the introductions," Jim grumbled. "Why the hell couldn't we see how much more fun we could have by trading around a little."
"Trading around a little! God, Jim! Tearing off all the restraints, you mean!"
"And using a few at the right time." He sounded deeply satisfied with their pleasant games. "Right now I feel like I've been neglecting my stomach. By the time we get back to the house and decide what to eat, I'm going to be in the last stages of starvation!"
Myra disengaged herself from his embrace. She felt that she would be able to approach lunch with enthusiasm, but her hunger was hardly so overpowering as to make her break up their snug companionship. "Men never think of anything but sex or food," she remarked. "And when they say they'd rather screw than eat, I know it isn't anywhere near mealtime."
Jim swatted at her, but she danced aside. Running to escape his pursuit, she gathered up her clothes and began dodging. But Jim abandoned the chase.
"I'll catch you sooner or later, baby. I can wait."
The others separated. Ward grabbed his clothing and followed Leanne toward the picnic clearing. Together, the six returned to the house, where Myra and Leanne helped Bonnie prepare lunch. Myra refrained from commenting on the change in attitudes since breakfast. One of the others would probably make some comment later, and in the meantime she had an idea what kind of thoughts and memories were filling their minds.
There was considerable awkwardness at the table. Myra watched the others, glancing covertly from one to another as one conversational effort aborted and then the next. As if they were afraid of the subject, everyone avoided explicit reference to their new and exciting sexuality. Their behavior, both during the morning and during the evening before, had raced far ahead of their ability to adapt emotionally. She felt that none of them would seriously consider a return to the strict prohibition on sexual familiarity that had preceded this experience, but it was obvious that there were strong undercurrents of unresolved guilt and shame.
Those feelings would pass, she was certain. They were part of a way of life they had left behind. Refusing to return to that way of life, they would find the old attitudes withering quickly. To her surprise, she was conscious of a surge of gratification at the thought. She was suffering from both guilt and shame herself; she felt guilty over her brazen behavior with Ward and Jim and ashamed of her easy surrender to the sheer physical enticement of Soldier's assault of the previous night. Neither negative feeling managed to make her wish the events had not happened. She was glad they had, and her only concern was over finding the most effective way to eliminate outmoded negative feelings.
The meal ended without anyone's having broken through the involuntary taboo of conversation about sex. No one seemed capable of overcoming the barrier and launching the subject of an afternoon continuation of the games. Myra recognized that she was attributing her own feelings to the others, but believed she knew them well enough to do so. As for herself, she felt as if she were in a state of shock. She had shared with the others am unbelievable build-up of sensuality here at Pulsegate; she was now convinced that had been a combination of isolation, overdue concession to the extremely close nature of the long-time friendship, and primitive setting. When they had finally broken the bounds of convention the previous night, they had done so in what she considered a startling way.
Under ordinary circumstances, they would probably have used one of the milder introductions to swapping. She knew the practice was growing quite popular in their social class, and that such affairs normally started with some rigged strap game or by pairing off of couples for quiet, discreet retreat to separate bedrooms or homes. Bondage-type situations might come later for kicks, but she was certain they seldom served to break in a new group.
Her own experience on the table had provided an extremely potent charge of stimulation to everybody. The fact Rocky and Bonnie had conducted themselves as they had, and the way Ward and Leanne had behaved seemed to show an almost hysterical rejection of social boundaries. Her own adventure with Soldier on the beach had come as a carry-over of that over-reaction to a lifetime of propriety.
The shock of being caught in the act by Leanne had caused further disruption of her emotional balance. Clearly, Leanne had been shaken by finding Myra as she had. She would have been shocked to find her in the act of intercourse with the big dog, but Myra was certain that there had been an extra jolt. Seeing a woman hung up – unable to uncouple from the beast after the intercourse was complete – had to add a sense of savage excitement to the situation.
When Leanne had whispered the story to Bonnie and Bonnie had self-righteously passed the information on, the entire group had experienced a significant increase in excitement level. Naturally, the men had been fiercely inflamed. And although the two women had surely not been conscious of an intensification of their own erotic sensibility, the effect of that incredible action must have made them more receptive to the idea of resuming the games in the morning.
Now, with everybody wallowing in the relief of several intense orgasms, the other five were no doubt struggling with the same reactions as Myra. She, herself, had no regrets. The guilt and shame seemed out of place; both feelings were largely buried in a pulsing, welling joy at the new freedom that dominated her consciousness. No matter what it cost her in terms of psychological upheaval, she was determined to make over her lifestyle. She would refuse to let the pleasure of sex be linked again in her mind with the traditional restrictions of love and marriage. She might not participate in sex with men for whom she felt no love, but she meant to make that a matter of attraction. If she felt strongly attracted on a sexual basis to a man for whom she felt no other emotion, she would indulge herself in the pleasure of satisfying that sexual desire.
As for the male members of couples she and Rocky had a deep affection for, she knew she was going to find out how they performed sexually. She and Rocky were going to become established members of the swap culture, and whatever superstitious remnants of her upbringing conflicted with that objective, she was going to isolate and defuse.
She knew what she meant to do in the future. She knew there was going to be a great deal more sexual activity during the rest of their stay at Pulsegate. But in her awe at the enormity of the events of the past few hours, she felt an instinctive need to let things soak in. At the moment, she wanted desperately to begin new sexual adventures, but needed time to digest what had already happened. And old habits seemed terribly difficult to destroy. The act of eating lunch was so routine – so much like life had been before the change – that it was impossible to introduce open discussion of the fantastic new style.
She escaped from the kitchen as quickly as possible. Everyone advanced some excuse for getting away from all the others; there was not even any apparent desire for husbands and wives to be together. Myra was hardly surprised to see that Soldier was prowling outside the door, but his behavior disturbed her. He bristled at each of the men, sniffed at Bonnie and Leanne with a haughty manner, and greeted Myra with what looked like delighted relief that she was still there. He pressed his muzzle into her hand and wiggled like a puppy. When the others scattered on their separate ways, and she entered the trail toward the bluffs and the beach, he accompanied her, head close to her thigh and pace sedate.
The morning had been totally calm; there had been no trace of a breeze. Myra had managed time for a quick shower before lunch, thankful for the opportunity to flush away the thick layers of dust and sweat, but the air seemed hotter now, and the breeze stirred only enough to tease. It appeared that this would be one of those rare days without wind.
She and Soldier reached the bluffs and picked their way down the long, winding trail to the beach. The surf rolled onto the lonely coast in long, smooth crests that curled and toppled from one end to the other simultaneously. Each breaker collapsed with a resounding crash and threw great gouts of spray high in the air. The foam hissed loudly as it plunged up the beach. As if blocked by the bluffs, what little breeze there had been above was stilled at beach level. The heat hung about her like a heavy veil, and for the first time, she became aware of the bank of clouds that lay to the west. Even Soldier fidgeted as if affected by the oppressive air.
"Storm coming, boy?" she asked.
He peered into her face and whined. But the glance seemed to reassure him, and he dashed toward the water to rout a preening seagull. Myra laughed and followed. Her clothes were soaked with perspiration, and she itched, but the scent of rotting seaweed and salt spray gave her spirits a boost that made minor physical discomfort unimportant. She and Soldier played, chasing each other along the foam line and investigating interesting pieces of flotsam while the clouds rolled rapidly across the surface of the sea toward land. From time to time, Myra paused to study the cloud bank. The lower portion was a horizontal, unbroken roll that seemed to boil forward. Above, great white masses piled skyward. As the bank grew closer, she heard a mutter of thunder and saw lightning flickering among the lower sections.
"Soldier, you're right. That thing's going to dump rain! I'll bet we'll have plenty of wind when it gets here, too."